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It was Bakugou’s third year living in his apartment, and not once had he ever spoken to his next-door neighbors.
Of course, there were the rare occasions where he would be leaving at the same time as one of them, and the two would make hurried eye contact. Or in another instance, Bakugou might go to get his mail from downstairs and find them there as well. They might pass each other by on the staircase, or on the elevator, or by the front exit, but still, no words would be exchanged. No words were ever exchanged with his neighbors...that is...up until tonight there hadn’t been.
Earlier on in the day, Bakugou had heard noises coming from the apartment to the right of his. He could clearly make out the sounds of furniture being rearranged while slamming against his wall, and loud obnoxious male voices chattering about. There seemed to at least be two guys next-door talking, but based off their volume alone Bakugou could’ve guessed fifty.
“Fucking great”, he thought to himself, “Someone’s moving in next-door.” He couldn’t tell at first how many people were actually moving in, but he figured only one was, since later in the evening he had heard Obnoxious Voice #1 thank Obnoxious Voice #2 for helping him move in before #2 had taken his leave.
After the new neighbor’s friend had left, and their furniture seemingly having found semi-permanent resting spots, the noise next-door had diminished, and Bakugou breathed a sigh of relief. Just maybe, his neighbor was actually a decent person noise level-wise, and was just having a hectic move-in day. Bakugou decided to stick with that option, and spent the rest of his evening in peace.
That is, until, it all went to utter shit.
It was around 10:30 PM, and Bakugou had decided to make himself a cup of tea while he went on his laptop. He plopped himself down unto his couch, placing his tea-filled-mug on the small table next to the sofa. He could feel the warmth of the laptop on his thighs, despite the barrier of sweatpant that he had on, paired alongside one of his favorite old t-shirts he used as pajamas. Just as he opened up his laptop, the sound of frantic banging on his door rang through his ears, stopping him short. What the hell?
Bakugou stomped over to his front door, flinging it open, only to be met with a surprising sight in return. There was a guy, around his age, standing in front of him. He had bright red hair, but that wasn’t what was surprising. What was surprising, was the fact that he was completely shirtless, down to only some smiley-face boxers, a pair of red Crocs complete with mismatching socks, and a computer tucked under his tanned arm.
“Hey, so sorry to bother you when it’s kind of late, but I just moved in here...and i’m having trouble setting up my internet router...and I was going to wait to introduce myself to all my neighbors tomorrow...but then this came up and I started stressing out, and-”
“Stop rambling. What the hell do you want?” Bakugou spat out. This new neighbor of his had had the audacity to bang on his door, half naked mind you, and then take his sweet time babbling on about whatever?
“Oh sorry! I was just wondering if I could use your wifi...if that’s okay with you of course!” The redhead grinned a goofy smile, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
“Fuck no. Now piss off.” And with that, Bakugou started to shut the door, but not before his new neighbor had managed to wedge himself into the doorway.
“Wait dude! Please! My mom told me to video call her once I got settled in tonight, and she’ll be so upset if I can’t! She’s already always on my case normally, but if I miss this call she’s going to never want to leave me alone! It already took a lot to convince her i’d be okay living on my own!” The redhead clasped his hands together for dramatic effect, his eyes pleading with Bakugou. Did he have no dignity? Bakugou had to admit to himself however, that the guy did look like a giant puppy, begging to be let inside.
“If I say yes, do you promise never to make any noise next-door again?” Bakugou spoke slowly, wincing. He’d probably regret this decision, but if all it took to keep things the way they were the past three years of him living there, was putting up with one night with this dumbass, he could bear it.
“I promise! Oh, thank you so much man! My name’s Kirishima Eijirou, by the way.” Bakugou released his grip on the door, and the redhead started to make his way inside.
“Yeah yeah whatever, I don’t need your name, just get in here before someone else see’s some half-naked dude coming into my apartment.” Bakugou ushered him over to his couch, shutting the door behind him, and even locking it for good measure. “So what fucking video call with your mom would you be making in only your boxers?” Bakugou wondered aloud, picking his tea up from where he had left it on the side table and giving it a long sip. Ugh. Cold.
“You can only see from the neck up!” Kirishima retorted, opening up his computer on his lap. “And besides, I’m comfier this way”. Bakugou ran an exasperated hand through his hair, before snatching the laptop away from Kirishima. The computer was colored a bright red, and Jesus does this guy have an obsession. The back of it was littered with various stickers, some notable ones to Bakugou being a cartoony looking shark, and another, the name “Crimson Riot” in wacky lettering. It made Bakugou’s black laptop shoved to the side of the couch look a little plain in comparison.
“Alrighty, don’t peek when I type in my wifi password. I don’t want your cheap ass to be able to just freeload off my internet whenever ya’ fucking please.” Bakugou sneered, scrolling through the different wifi options before spotting his own and selecting it. Kirishima peered in however, flat out ignoring what Bakugou had said, choosing instead to watch carefully over his shoulder.
“So your name’s Bakugou huh?” He asked quizzically, slight amusement in his voice. “Well, I’m assuming anyways, since I see your wifi is named, ‘Property of Bakugou: Keep Out!’” Having read it aloud, Kirishima let out a cheerful laugh.
“Alright fine, that’s my name, you got me. Now stop peeking damnit!” And with that, Bakugou turned his body while on the couch, his knees clinking against Kirishima’s, doing his best to shield the screen as he punched in his password. There was a small ding in reply, and he set the computer back into Kirishima’s lap. “There, now video call your mom or whatever, and make it quick!”
“Can do!” Kirishima chirped, his fingers flying across the keys as he did what he needed to to find his mom’s contact. Once found, he hit call, and after a few short rings, she picked up.
Bakugou got up off the couch, choosing to wait in his kitchen area until Kirishima was finished. He leaned up against the counter, pouring his cold tea down the sink. He glanced back over to the sofa, and for the first time since letting him in, he actually took a good look at Kirishima.
If you were to ignore the smiley-face boxers or the bright red Crocs he had on, it was pretty obvious that the guy was attractive. Bakugou couldn’t help but let his eyes scan over his broad shoulders, or his toned arms. Kirishima had a few scars scattered about his body, but they only added to his oddball charm. Bakugou watched Kirishima speak to his mom over the computer, noticing the way he’d move his tanned arms expressively as he spoke, but not before settling on watching his lips. How they moved as he formed his words. For being as obnoxious and overly friendly as the guy was, Bakugou couldn’t help but admit he was good-looking.
It wasn’t long after when Kirishima said a hurried goodbye to his mom, closing up his laptop and setting it to the side. He stretched, letting out a long yawn as Bakugou studied the way the muscles on his chest contracted and released. Kirishima glanced up, locking eyes with Bakugou. The grumpy blonde let out a low “Tch” and pushed himself off the counter, making his way back into the living room area.
“You finished now or what?” Bakugou grunted, folding his arms across his chest.
“Yep! Once again, thanks a bunch man! I’m glad to have someone like you for a next-door neighbor!” Kirishima grinned a toothy grin, his eyes practically sparkling.
“Don’t be getting the wrong idea or anything dipshit. We’re not all buddy buddy now, got it? This was a one time occurrence.” Bakugou huffed. He held up a number one with his finger for added measure.
“Sure sure. Understood!” Kirishima nodded, getting up off the couch and heading towards the door, Bakugou trailing behind. “Well, have a good rest of your night then neighbor!” He beamed, then headed off, giving Bakugou one last little wave before the blonde slammed the door after him.
“Fucking weirdo.” Bakugou mumbled under his breath, placing all of his weight against the doorframe. At the very least, that was the last time he had to speak with the guy though.
But in actuality, it wasn’t the last time at all.
Only the first.